The $8 Million Car

We can hear the loud thumping bass of hip hop music from around the corner to the entrance of the arena, along with the sirens of a police escort as it pulls up in front of the entrance. That's when everyone on the ADCTron can see it...

Jon McDaniel: No Brian, that car costs $8 million dollars to buy. You heard me right folks, that's an eight with a LOT of zero's. Google it folks, it's a car none of us will ever have. This car is not a car you can just rent, this must be one of Simon's awesome collection.

Brian Rentfro: Paid for by a Corey Lazarus Black American Express! Bahahahaha! He's still living off the Order of Chaos piggy bank war chest.

Jon McDaniel: Well he bought up all kinds of PWA stock, then the PWA's stock practically doubled and Chamelion had to reimbourse him. Come to think of it I think Simon even stole Starr's stocks and retirement savings, legally, through his Order war chest.

Brian Rentfro: Well he's black so he'd know how to do that.

Jon McDaniel: Oh god. Here comes the NCAA.

We can now hear the song clearly, it's one of Lil Wayne's latest called "Bill Gates". The fans who gathered at the entrance, having been told in advance of who was arriving are cheering and hollering as they take pictures and security keeps them from even breathing on the Exelero. The doors open, and from the drivers side steps out a fresh looking Simon Kalis in an all black Brioni suit, with a black bandana that contrasts his white eye patch. Jeremy Gold steps out the passengers seat, a huge coke sniffing smile on his face as he bobs his head to the song.

Jeremy Gold: All these bitches! And all these niggas still hatin'!

Simon Kalis: I used to be ballin', but now I'm Bill Gate'n!

Jeremy Gold: Got a list full of problems!

Simon Kalis: Attend to'em later!

Jeremy Gold: Yeah, life is a bitch!

Simon Kalis: But I appreciate her man!

Jeremy Gold: Yeah!

Kalis wipes his index finger along the car as he takes the long way around to join Gold on the other side.

Jeremy Gold: My BWF fans have come all the way here to see me!

Kalis shoves his agent and silly BWF wrestler Gold aside to start signing autographs for the throngs of cheering fans.

Simon Kalis: Bitch please, these are my fans.

Kalis smirks as he begins signing autographs, while Gold takes out a salt shaker and turns his face away from the camera. Kalis notices this and smacks him in the back of the head, causing him to sneeze everywhere.

Jeremy Gold: What?!

Simon Kalis: You idiot, this isn't Long Island Hebrew school. Put that away.

Gold looks around, realizing ALL OF THE POLICE WATCHING THEM.

This is where you facepalm.

Jeremy Gold: OH! Right! Cause there's all kinds of cops here protecting you since the Straders got mudered and your son got kidnapped.

Even the fans around the entrance give Jeremy Gold a dirty look. Kalis sighs and shakes his head.

Simon Kalis: Yeah, I didn't know that before Jer.

Kalis continues signing autographs for the PWA faithful.

Jeremy Gold: Yeah man! They're all so high strung and shit! They're waiting for someone to be all like!

Gold reaches into his suit jacket and as if reaching for a weapon and two police officers immediately rush forward and tackle him to the ground, Gold's face smashing on the pavement.

Simon Kalis: Oh no. Guys, it's okay. He's with me, didn't you see him get out of the car?

Cop: You can never be too sure.

Simon Kalis: Right.

Kalis looks down at Gold, whose nose is now bleeding. Gold begins to sniffle, tears swelling in his eyes.

Jeremy Gold: Ahhhhhhh!!! AHHHHHHH!!!!

He begins crying uncontrollably holding his face, tears streaming out of his face so fast you'd think you were watching an exagerated scene on a Japanese anime or equally relevant Hentai octopus school girl rape scene.

Simon Kalis: See what you did?

The fans take pics of Gold crying like the pussy he is as the cops watch unimpressed.

Cop: This guy actually works for the BWF?

Kalis sighs trying to help Gold up, but Gold refuses his hand.

Jeremy Gold: YOU LET THEM DO THIS! MY NOSE IS BLEEDING! AHHHHHH!!!

Simon Kalis: Oh Christ, it's probably because you snorted half of Columbia on the way here.

Simon Kalis: Right like I'm not trying to keep your ass out of jail, Jer. God damn it.

Cop: Do you want us to just taser him? It'll be easier.

Kalis pauses, Gold shoots his head back and forth between the two still wiping tears from his eyes.

Jeremy Gold: You're not actually considering this, are you?!

Kalis looks at the cop, then his eyes move slowly to Gold. The cop nods, pulls out his taser and shoots Gold in the neck with it. Gold shakes, the fans laugh, Simon laughs. Hell, the cops laugh, as piss goes down his leg before he falls to the ground.

Cop: We'll watch the car.

Simon Kalis: That's what we're paying this city for, so you can keep your jobs when the next budget hits.

Cop: Yeah, sure thing.

Kalis sighs and grabs Gold by his shoulders, and begins dragging him into the arena, security clearing the fans a way for him inside. With that, we fade back to ringside.

Brian Rentfro: Why is it that whenever Simon Kalis arrives on camera to a show, someone's getting shot, shot at, stabbed, or tasered, or hit by a car? Etcetera.

Jon McDaniel: To be fair that doesn't happen everytime.

Brian Rentfro: No, it does. Nice car though.

Put It In Writing

Backstage. A knock on PWA President Rob Robinson's door.

Robinson: It's open.

The door opens, and the PWA World Champion steps in, closing the door behind him.

Matthew Engel: Jethro Hayes as my opponent for the World Championship.

Robinson: Didn't we go over this?

Matthew Engel: I want it in writing... 'Mr. President'.

Engel returned the sarcasm back. Rob smirked.

Robinson: I'll get around to it.

Matthew Engel: I want it tonight.

Robinson: I'll get around to it, I said.

Engel stood up, heading toward the door.

Matthew Engel: Let me just say one thing. Don't make the mistake Mark did by sending unworthy and unprepared talent to fight for AOWF gold. Obviously Lisa made the right decision to send you to defeat Drake. I will expect you'll mirror her logic and send me to bring more AOWF gold to the PWA.

Robinson: Don't you have enough gold?

Matthew Engel: That's funny, coming from you.

Rob laughs.

Robinson: Yes it is.

Engel smirks, and then leaves the office while Rob goes back to doing whatever it is that he does. Cut to ringside.

Vicious Vic Wagner vs Jonathon Riker

Singles Match

A lion roars then the heavy guitar riff, and pounding drums of the song start.

Eric Emerson: Introducing Form Munich, Germany He stands at a height of 6 feet and 4 inches tall, weighing in at 264 pounds. He is cut off as the vocals of the song kick in

I rule the jungle, I rule it with pride
I'm judge and jury, your life I decide
I have awakened for my nightly feast
a reign of terror, beware of the beast

Vic Wagner appears at the top of the ramp looking pissed off to be here, and moves to the top of the ramp.

Don't try to run there's no way to survive
a vicious surrender I'll eat you alive
no one is safe until I get my fill
all hear my warning I'm king of the kill

Wagner holds up his right hand with his ring and middle finger forming a V and yells "Vicious", then quickly brings up his left hand has his ring and middle finger forming a V and yells "Vic". He then places the two Vs together to form a W and Yells "Wagner", and then lowers his ring fingers to flip off the crowd begins to head down the ramp.

stalking the land for the scent of my prey
stopping for nothing don't get in my way
left to the vultures your life is denied
I rule the jungle I rule it with pride

Vic Wagner makes his way down the ramp, and rolls into the ring, and moves into his corner. Vic ends up half sitting, and half leaning on the second turnbuckle with his arms stretched out over the top ropes.

"This is the way the world will end..."

Riker's voice haunted the crowd as it echoed throughout the arena, the lights blacked out and left the arena in darkness, suddenly Slipknot's Opium Of The People hit the PA, and just as the ripping guitar hit the PA, the lights returned, flashing to the beat of the music. Soon smoke began to pour out from the backstage. Suddenly from the smoke a figure could bee seen. The shadow stepped out from the fog and into the dimmed flashing lights, to reveal to the crowd it was the sinister, Johnathan Riker. Riker walked from the entrance way with a hunched back, his head tilted to the side staring into the ring like a curious creature. After making his way down the ramp, Riker crawls into the ring, slithering to his feet near corner. Their Johnathan sits on the middle turnbuckle with his hands resting across the top rope, awaiting the start of the match.

The ref Scott Swindell looks at both men to make sure they are ready, and then calls for the bell to the start of the match. Vic lifts up his hands, and motions for Riker to come get some. Riker charges across the ring, and tries to hit Vic with a clothesline, but Vic is able to duck under it. Riker turns around, and Vic unloads a series of body shoots on Riker one after another. Riker hits Vic right in the nose with a back elbow, that stops the flurry of body shoots. Vic stumbles back away from Riker who charges at him. Riker drops Vic with a clothesline. Riker then turns to face Vic, and begins to violently stomp away at Vic. After a series of six or seven stomps Riker drops down to his knees, and begins choking Vic. Referee Swindell applies the 5 count to Riker 1..2..3 on three Riker lifts up Vic head, but the neck, and on 4 slams his head into the mat letting go of the choke. Vic grabs his neck, and rolls away from Riker. Riker stalks Vic waiting form him to get up. As Vic gets up to his feet Riker bounces off the ropes, and charges at Vic. Riker grabs the back of Vic’s head, and slams him face first into the mat with a bulldog.

Brian Rentfro: Man Riker is going to town on Wagner.

Jon McDaniel: Riker must really angry about what Wagner said about his parents.

Riker pulls Vic up to his feet, and loads him up onto his shoulder, and drops down slamming Vic back first into the mat with a body slam. Riker gets next to Vic, and grabs his head. Riker begins to brutally slam Vic’s head off the mat. Riker then pulls Vic up to his feet, and sets him up for a suplex, but Vic blocks it. Riker pulls back going for the suplex again, but yet again Vic blocks it. Vic throws a swift knee to Riker’s stomach. Vic places Riker in a double underhook, and lifts him up. Vic drives Riker head first into the matt with a double underhook brainbuster. Vic waits on Riker to get up, and when he does he spins him around. Vic kicks Riker in the stomach doubling him over, and then Vic quickly crosses Riker’s arms across his throat. The Vic then swings Riker around so that they are back to back. At which point Vic drives Riker down neck first into his shoulder hitting the Hangman’s Knot. Vic covers Riker going for the pin. Swindell slides into position to count the pin 1...2...th Riker manages to kick out.

Jon McDaniel: That was so close.

Brian Rentfro: Your not going to put Riker away with just a few moves.

Vic pulls Riker up to his feet, and places him in a side headlock bringing him over to the corner. Vic then grabs Riker, and sits him up on the top turnbuckle. Vic then goes to climb to the second turnbuckle, but gets a thumb to the eye. Vic drops off the turnbuckle, and turns around. Riker seizes the moment, and locks Vic in his finisher the Blackout. Riker locks a body lock as he continues to choke the life out of Vic. Vic in a act of desperation runs out of the corner, and does rolling front flip. Riker gets crushed letting go of the hold as the larger wrestler drives all of his weight onto him. Vic is the first to move, and rolls off of Riker getting back to his feet. Vic was over to Riker, and pulls him back up to his feet. Then Vic darts his hand under the Riker’s chin grabbing hold of a pressure point above the throat cutting off the air supply. Vic then puts the Riker’s arm behind his head holding onto the wrist. Vic then sweeps out Riker’s legs slamming him shoulders and head first into the matt hitting the Virtue of the Vicious.

Brian Rentfro: The Virtue of the Vicious this match is over.
Jon McDaniel: Riker is going to have to try and get out of this move quick

Vic holds on as the ref slides into position 1...2...thre. Riker is able to hit Vic right in the throat with the mark of the dark spot. Vic rolls away grabbing his throat as a coughing Riker gets back up to his feet. Riker walks over to Vic, and pulls him up to his feet. Riker places his head under Vic’s jaw, and drops down to his knees hitting Vic with a jawbreaker. As Vic head snaps back Vic grabs his jaw. Vic doubles over, and grabbing his jaw. Riker get up, and loads Vic onto his shoulders. Riker then throws himself backwards, and slams Vic into the mat with a big samoan drop. Riker sits up, and gets back to his feet. Riker walks over to Vic, and stomps away on his back.. Vic is able to get away by rolling out of the ring. Riker comes out of the ring after Vic. Riker goes to grab Vic, but fires away with a series of rights to Riker’s gut. Vic gets to his feet, and sets up Riker for a suplex. Swindell yells at Vic and Riker to get back in the ring. Vic lifts up Riker, and slams him down chest first onto the guard rail. Vic then hits Riker with a european uppercut sending him into the crowd. Swindell begins counting the two wrestlers out 1...2...3...4 Vic rolls back into the ring ...5...6...7...8...9..Riker rolls back into the ring.

Jon McDaniel: Riker barely got back in the ring that time.

Brian Rentfro: Vic has finally taken control of this match.

Riker slides into the ring, and is meet with as furious series of stomps. Vic pull Riker up to a standing position, and sets him up for a suplex. Vic lifts Riker up into the air, and keeps him up in the air. Then after a few second Vic falls backwards slamming Riker into the mat with a hanging vertical suplex. Vic gets back up to his feet, and walks over to Riker. Vic rolls Riker over onto his stomach, and stands over him. Vic reaches down grabbing Riker’s neck, and then sits down pulling back. Locking Riker into a camel clutch. Riker screams out in pain, and starts to try to make his way to the ropes. Swindell asks Riker if he wants to give up, Riker doesn’t answer, but keeps making his way to the ropes. Vic keeps pulling back as Riker is able to make his way to the ropes. Riker grabs the ropes, and Swindell tells Vic to break the hold. Vic doesn’t listen, and Swindell applies the Five count on Vic 1...2...3...4... . Vic breaks the hold, and stands up. Vic shoots Swindell a pissed off look, and then drives an elbow Riker’s back hitting an elbow drop.

Brian Rentfro: Vic really taken it to Riker. I like this aggression Vic is showing.

Vic pulls Riker up to his, and sets him up for a russian leg sweep. Riker is able to break his arm free, and elbows Vic into the stomach. Vic tries to go for a russian leg sweep again, but again gets another elbow to the gut. That elbow is followed by another, and another. Vic lets go of his hold on Riker. Riker walks over to Vic, and pulls back on Vic’s arm locking him in a standing armbar. Swindell asks Vic if he wishes to give up. Vic yells no, and struggles to reach the rope. Vic starts to get close to the rope, but Riker is able to pull Vic back towards the center of the ring. Vic places his foot behind Rikers leg, and trips out his leg sending him backwards. Riker quickly rolls up to his feet, and just barely ducks under a clothesline from Vic. Riker spins Vic around, and kicks him in the gut doubling Vic over.

Jon McDaniel: Riker is coming back.

Riker places Vic in a front face lock, but before Riker can DDT Vic. Vic drops down to one knee to counter the DDT. Riker pulls Vic back up to his feet, but on the way up Vic hit a quick jab low blow that the ref doesn’t see. Vic quickly reaches behind Riker’s back, and grabs his arm pulling up and across his back placing Riker in a hammerlock. Vic then flips Riker back over head slamming him back first into the matt with a bridging hammerlock northern lights suplex. Swindell slides into position 1...2...3. The Ref calls for the bell.

Jon McDaniel: I really hate to see Vic win by cheating.

Brian Rentfro: What do you mean cheating that bridging hammerlock northern lights suplex is a legal move.

Jon McDaniel: Not that the low blow that lead to it.

Brian Rentfro: I didn’t see it neither then the ref, so it didn’t happen.

Vic quickly get back up motions for someone to come out to the ring. This blond guy runs down to the ring. Vic, and this unknown guy begin stomping away at Riker. Vic pulls up Riker up to his feet. Vic place Riker in a standing head scissors, then grabs a hold of Riker’s waist. Vic lifts Riker up for a Piledriver. Vic quickly hooks his right arm around Riker’s left leg. Then Vic jumps up spinning a full 360 before falling into a kneeling position driving Riker head first into the mat with a Spinning Reverse Cradle-Tomb Stone Piledriver. Hitting Riker with the Vicious Cycle. While that is going on the blond guy hops onto the top turnbuckle facing away from the ring. Vic pulls Riker over to the turnbuckle, and the blond guy jumps off turnbuckle. Hitting Riker with an Imploding Senton Bomb.

Jon McDaniel: That his enough they have made their point there is no reason to keep attacking Riker.

Brian Rentfro: This is great we said Riker was pissed at what Vic said about his parents. It looks like Vic was even more pissed about what Riker said about his mentor.

Vic calls for a mic which he gets. Vic Wagner: “You should have never talked Joseph The Hangman Whitecastle you piece of shit. So to shut you up we are going to string your ass up in the hanging tree.” Vic throws the mic down hitting Riker. Vic picks up Riker pulls him up, and pulls him into a standing head scissors. Vic pulls Riker up into a powerbomb position, and and then holds him out straight. The guy with blond hair walks over to them. The blond guy crosses Riker’s arms across his throat, and then Vic, and his buddy drive Riker down into the mat with a Powebomb/Falling Cross-arm Neckbreacker combo. The two then roll out of the ring, and leave Riker beaten in the center of the ring.

A Few Words

The door opens allowing Jethro to enter into the room, a duffelbag hanging from one shoulder. However, before he can shut the door, Bud Adams darts into the room, followed by a camera man ready for some sort of scoop. Jethro turns around, no smile on his face he just wants to get dressed, get to the ring, and end Jimmy's undefeated streak. Jethro nods at Bud in a gesture of "Hurry up, I've got to get ready."

Bud: Jethro..."

The man in question, Jethro, holds up a hand.

"Bud, there is really no need to barge in here like some rampaging rhinocerus."

Bud: I did...

Jethro holds the hand up still.

"And no need to sneak in here like some rat after a slice of cheese."

Bud shakes his head in denial(like I didn't do that.)

"I'll give you a few words, just a little bit to get the crowd into the match, something you can run with fulfilling your quota, and pretty much get you out of here so that I can change."

Bud waits.

"Undefeated Streak is over."

Jethro turns to pull out his overalls for the match and slowly takes off his golf shirt before looking questioningly at Bud who can't believe Jethro.

"What, you expecting some novel? Jimmy couldn't come back with anything, he couldn't come up with anything in the first promo, and you expect me to waste my time now repeating myself over and over?"

Jethro shakes his head.

"Now, unless you want to see me change and record that for the audience to see, I suggest that you take your camera, your PWA logoed microphone, and kindly walk out of the door."

Jethro points at the door with a joking smile on his face

"And be sure to watch me prove those words tonight."

{fade}

Uno Dos Dos

The locker room door of the Renegade Souljahz swings open and a former Global champion steps out from behind it. A stage hand moves quickly out of the way and gets a high five for his being there.

McDaniel: Tonight we are looking forward to a three way bout featuring this man Ryan Ross.

Ryan turns the corner and bumps directly into Dos Cara 2.

Dos Cara: Good luck amigo. You’ll need it.

Ryan Ross looks at the masked man with a slight distrust and walks past him. Only to run into Dos Cara one.

Dos Cara 1: Hola ‘migo I wish you luck, you’ll need it.

Ryan: Why are you wishing me luck? Better yet why are both of you wishing me luck.

Dos Cara 2: Well you’re going to be at a disadvantage.

Ryan raised his eye brows as Dos Cara to slams his arm against Ryan’s back knocking him into a stiff fist controlled by Dos Cara 1. Ryan stumbles backwards into the arms of Dos Cara 2. Dos Cara 1 raises his hand but gets kicked in the stomach first. Dos 2 releases his clutch on Ryan and delivers a quick axe handle smash to his foes head. Ryan falls forward and hits the ground. Dos 2 lifts him up and throws him hard into the concrete wall. Ryan busts his forehead wide open as Dos 1 gets to his feet. Both Doses kick the downed Souljah as a small trail of blood leaks from his forehead and Mark Zout hits the scene scaring off the Caras.

Mark: We need help back here. Some body call the trainers.

The scene fades to black.

Ryan Ross vs Orville Ichabod vs Nadare

Triple Threat Match

The bell rings as Ross attacks Orvile right off the bat, nailing Orville with forearms to the head. Orville gives Ross a toe stomp to stop the barrage of forearms and then gives Ross a european uppercut. Nadare flies in and nails Ross with a yakuza kick, sending him through the ropes and out of the ring. Orville and Nadare have a good battle back and forth, but Nadare's quickness gets the better of Orville. Nadare sends Orville to the ropes and Orville nails Nadare with a knee uppercut. Nadare stumbles back and Orville gives Nadare a chop to the chest. Orville goes on the attack for a few minutes, but a suplex is reversed by Nadare and Nadre drops Orville with a brainbuster. Ross finally gets back into the ring and goes after Nadare, but Nadare ducks an attempted lariat from Ross. Ross turns around and gets dropped on his head with the Taka Nadare!

Nadare makes the cover while Orville is struggling to get to his feet.

1...

Orville is up...

2...

Orville dives!

3!!!

Orville breaks it up a few seconds late, and the bell rings.

Winner: Nadare in 9:14

Dear Simon ^_^

We fade in to Simon Kalis' office, paid for by the credit cards of Corey Lazarus, and we can see Spectre is still in his suit and not yet in fighting gear for later tonight. Gold is off somewhere, bickering about something or the other.

Spectre: That's not right, lad.

Simon Kalis: What? Come on, fuck off with this already eh?

Gold paces back and forth muttering something in Arabic.

Simon Kalis: Hey! We're not gentiles, and that was like Farsi or some shit not Hebrew you idiot.

Jeremy Gold: Fucking google.

Gold storms off, angirly.

Spectre: You didn't tell me you guys were showing up in the god damn Exelero!

Simon Kalis: Bro! I gave you the keys to my LAMBOURGHINI! And you're complaining?!

Spectre: Aye, I am. Asshole.

Simon Kalis: Jesus Christ is no one happy?

There's a knock at the door, and an envelope slips under the door. Kalis looks at Spectre. Spectre looks at Kalis.

Spectre: Wot?

Simon Kalis: The envelope?

Spectre: Aye? So?

Simon Kalis: ...

Kalis gets up, and slaps Spectre's feet off his desk as he passes by while Spectre laughs.

Spectre: Aye why do you get a big fancy office and a desk anyways? Robinson hire you for something?

Simon Kalis: No I pay extra for the accomidations.

Spectre: Aye rich black bastard.

Kalis rolls his eyes as he picks up the envelope.

"2 SK" it reads, with each character cut out from a magazine. Simon is taken aback. Spectre swivels his chair around to look at him.

Spectre: What's it say?

Kalis rips it open and pulls out a single page.

Simon Kalis: Dear Simon... Brian says hi.

Simon looks down and it's a photo of his young son Brian, holding up todays newspaper. He turns to Spectre and holds up the letter. Spectre comes alive and gets to his feet.

Spectre: The fuck?!

Spectre grabs the envelope and puts it aside, Simon's lost his smile and he seems to be sinking.

Spectre: Don't worry, we'll get your boy back Simon.

Kalis falls back, plopping himself onto the white leacher couch in his office.

Simon Kalis: This guy wants to keep messing with my head, Benji.

Spectre nods.

Spectre: Aye you've pissed off a lot of people in your time.

Kalis nods.

Simon Kalis: Could be anyone. Could be anyone in the PWA, anyone in the AoWF. Could be anyone from way back in the DRWF, or even back from my youth. I'm used to the target on my chest, but...

Spectre pulls his seat up and sits across from Simon, grabbing his head and holding it up.

Spectre: We'll find him. It doesn't matter who did it.

Kalis shrugs, brushing Spectre's hand aside.

Simon Kalis: No, it doesn't.

Kalis reaches into his suit jacket and pulls out a hand gun, cocking it and turning the safety off.

Simon Kalis: Because the moment I find out who it is, I'm putting a bullet in their head. Career or no career, I'll murder them on television for the world to see Benji. They targeted my blood, my 11 year old son Ben. He's 11! This isn't about wrestling, this is more.

Kalis cracks a grin, letting go of the gun and letting Spectre put the safety back on before pulling out the bullet clip putting it down on the couch.

Spectre: You're a fighter, not a killer.

Simon Kalis: If you knew half the story, Benjamin.

Kalis puts his hand on Spectre's face now and smiles, slapping him lovingly like a brother.

Simon Kalis: You wouldn't be saying that.

Spectre: Piss off.

Gold steps back into camera view and his face turns pale when he sees the gun.

Jeremy Gold: Is... Is... That a GUN?!

He pisses his leg again.

Jeremy Gold: FUCK I JUST CHANGED!

Gold storms off again. Kalis sighs and Spectre pats him on the face back as we fade to ringside....

Mark Zout vs Lucious Starr

Singles Match

Both men brought their working boots to win over the Japanese crowd as the match starts with a lot of back and forth chain wrestling. This continues for quite a while with neither man getting a distinct advantage until Zout escapes a headlock by yanking a handful of hair. With Starr on the ground, Zout goes on the attack and eventually manages to score a near fall. Starr digs down deep to a reserve of something which I can only guess to be thoughts of Keyboard Cat, and fights back up from the mat. The fight once again evens out with neither man getting a lasting advantage. Starr sends Zout to the ropes. Zout ducks a clothesline and spins, going for the Sleepless in Seattle, a smart move considering his success with it last week. Zout has the move scouted and dodges the dropkick. He moves behind Zout and nails him with the Hades' Flame as he's getting up and gets the win.

Winner: Lucious Starr - 12:47

Sit Down Interview

We come in with Elizabeth Davis sitting across from Matt Stone They are in a living room set and Elizabeth begins to speak

Liz: “So Matt, in two weeks time you have your shot at reclaiming the Intercontinental Championship against Simon Kalis. What are your thoughts leading into that important marquee match-up?”

Matt: “Well Liz, you and I both know just how important championships are in this business, and I’ve been champion for over three hundred days in total. So I know the power that holding a championship gives you, but beyond that, it garner’s respect. Respect that I rarely, if ever receives from my peers. I’m lucky, I’m a cheap shot artist, I’m this, I’m that. I’ve been hearing that my entire career here in the PWA, most recently from Emily Corlen this week. Why is that? Because I will do whatever it takes to win? Because I find ways to take advantage of certain situations? Well there won’t be any excuses at High Stakes, because we don’t know what the stipulation is going to be when Simon Kalis defends his championship against me. So whether it’s a cage, a ladder, a table, a pole, it doesn’t really matter. I will find the right situation to take advantage of and I will regain the Intercontinental championship.”

Liz: “Will it mean anything more by winning the Intercontinental championship off of Simon Kalis then say, Cody Bogard who you initially won the title from?”

Matt: “Absolutely. Beating someone like Simon Kalis will definitely mean more, but not to me. You see, to me it doesn’t matter who I’m beating in the ring, I enter each match with the mentality that I can and will win. I think it’s already going up if you do anything less. But to my peers in the back, those who always question my accomplishments, a title win over Simon Kalis, one that I already had, would mean more and hopefully silence some of those critics.”

Liz: “Well I certainly would like to wish you good luck in your match, any thoughts about your match with Emily?”

Matt: “I think I’ve already said all that needs to be said. It’s obvious that Emily is having a hard enough time convincing herself, let alone anybody else. It doesn’t matter what her words say, you can tell that they mean less and less and the more she talks. What I will say, though, is that Sunday night, I will make an example out of her. I want Simon to have to see this match first hand just to see the example I’m going to make out of the Emerald Phoenix. At High Stakes, Simon and I will give each other our best, but this Sunday on Rampage, I say we make things interesting. How about we push the bar just a little bit. Let’s get Dangerous.”

The interview slowly fades away and we see Elizabeth and Matt talking, but we can’t hear them.

Ash Nukem & Cody Bogard vs Marxx & Marco Dante

Tag Grudge Match

This is a very uneven match as Marxx flat out refuses to let Dante tag him in the entire match. The plan is apparently to wear Dante out prior to High Stakes while Marxx keeps as fresh as possible. Nukem and Bogard work together well, tagging in and out frequently to stay fresh in the off chance that Marxx changes his mind. That ain't happening as they hit a spiked piledriver on Dante and Ash casually makes a pin while Marxx stands in his corning, yawning.

Winners: Ash Nukem & Cody Bogard - 5:27

High Stakes Grizzly Beer Title Announcement

While Ash Nukem is still standing in the ring, celebrating his pinfall over Marco Dante, "Sabotage" starts to play on the PA and President Robinson comes out;

President Robinson: Well, I promised an announcement about the Grizzly Beer title at High Stakes and what better time to do it than right now. First off, I'm not at all happy with what you four did to my show last week. Marxx and Dante, you thought it was a good idea to create chaos on Rampage? Well, let's see how you like this little bit of chaos. Marco, you've shown me a lot of the last few weeks. You've shown me that you don't want to compete, yet you still want to hog the spotlight. Well, here's your official entry into the quarterly awards for "Shocking Moment of the Quarter": you're fired. Get the hell out of my ring and don't come back until you're ready to compete.

In the ring, Dante looks stunned, but climbs through the ropes and slowly walks backstage, avoiding the ramp, with his head down.

President Robinson: And then there were three. Cody Bogard won a title shot at Honor Bound and I'm... well, honor bound to deliver on that. Cody, I'm promising you the most fair solution I possibly can. First off, let's talk match details. I figure since this is both High Stakes and the Grizzly Beer title, why not double up on the stipulations? So with that in mind, I'm bringing back one of the most popular matches from the very first High Stakes, the Shark Tank match. I've worked out a nice advertising deal with Sea World that will let us have this match there. The two competitors will brawl through the park with the intention of throwing the other into a massive tank of water filled with sharks.

In the ring, none of the men look happy. Ash looks confused and holds up two fingers.

President Robinson: Yes, I said "two" competitors. See, this is where the second stipulation comes in. Remember how Cody earned his title shot? And Ash? Remember how you came to Victory Wrestling just to annoy me? And remember how I told you that was a bad, bad idea? You're about to find out why. Marxx and Ash, you'll be in the Shark Tank match. Once a winner is decided in that, we'll get to the "Release the Kraken!" match. Cody Bogard will be in a plexiglass booth by the shark tank that will be opened once either Ash or Marxx was gone into the drink. Then the winner and Cody will fight on, still under Shark Tank rules, until one of them goes into the tank, too. That way Cody gets to be fresh against whomever happens to be Grizzly Beer champion at the time, just like he was promised at Honor Bound, and Marxx and Ash Nukem find out why you don't piss off the boss.

Sabotage starts to play again as Robinson leaves Marxx and Ash standing slack jawed and Bogard smiles smugly.

Talking...

The camera shifts backstage, where Toshi Yang is standing by.

Toshi Yang: Ladies and gentleman, joining me right now, making her official return to the PWA tonight, please welcome "The Emerald Phoenix" Emily Corlen.

The camera shifts to the left, where Emily Corlen is standing by. She receives a nice pop from the crowd as she cracks her knuckles.

Toshi Yang: Emily, the last time you competed in a PWA ring was Genesis XI, where you lost your job despite winning the match. Now, due to Katie James' ankle injury, you find yourself once again a member of the PWA roster, and once again in a familiar situation as you go one on one with a man you've never beaten in Matt Stone. A man who, honestly, not a lot of people are giving you a chance against.

Emily Corlen: Oh, trust me, Toshi. I've heard all the rumors. Most of them straight from Stone's big mouth. The bottom line is this. I don't give a rats ass what people think my "odds" are of beating Matt tonight. I've returned to PWA with one purpose in mind... becoming the World Champion. Nobody is going to stand in my way, especially not an overhyped, obnoxious loser like him.

Toshi Yang: Well, if I may... Matt Stone is on a seven week winning streak here in the PWA, while you, Emily, have lost your last several matches in both REBEL Pro and Victory Wrestling. I -

Emily puts her hand up, cutting off Toshi.

Emily Corlen: Toshi, I'm well aware of the history going into this match, thank you. Yes, I've lost the last couple of matches I've had, and Matt's been on a winning streak against a bunch of guys who are either way past their prime or never had one. Matt fought me once, three months ago, and only won because I made one mistake. That's one more mistake than I'm going to make tonight. I am reborn, reinvigorated and damn sure determined to beat his ass within an inch of his pathetic half-life like nobody in this company has ever done before. Matt Stone has NO idea what he's in for tonight.

Emily smirks as she turns from Toshi to face the camera.

Emily Corlen: I've had a long road to get to where I am today. I've won matches, I've lost matches, I've accomplished Championship goals, but the best is still yet to come. Tonight, I take my first step towards achieving my destiny of one day becoming the PWA World Heavyweight Champion when I take out Matt Stone once and for all. Matt Stone is the Common Enemy... and I'm the Rare Spawn Elite. His C-C-C-C-Combo Breaker has nothing on my S-S-S-S-Streak Breaker. Tonight, a new era in PWA begins... the era of the Emerald Phoenix.

Emily stares into the camera, grinning.

Emily Corlen: After tonight, Matt, love me or hate me, you'll have no choice but to respect me. My name is Emily Corlen, I am the Emerald Phoenix, and I approve this message.

Emily looks back to Toshi Yang, nods, then walks away as the scene fades to commercial.

Storm Warning

Backstage, Rob Robinson is sitting at his massive desk, feet up, playing his Nintendo DS. We hear the door open and Robinson looks up.

Rob Robinson: Ah, so you made it. Have a seat, we've got some things to discuss.

A man sits down opposite Robisnon and long time PWA fans recognize, Eli Storm.

Eli Storm: Phoenix, I hear you have a business opportunity for me.

Rob Robinson: Right to the point, I like that seeing as how I've got some important work to get back to.

Robinsons taps his finger on his DS.

Rob Robinson: I'll get right to it. I want to offer you a job. I remember back when you were running Chaos. Man, you put on a hell of a show every damn week. Now that I've got the PWA back, that's exactly what I'm looking for, a guy that can help me put on the best wrestling show on the planet. I've been busting my ass to sign the best talent to the PWA to spice things up and give the fans something different and my thoughts went right to Eli Storm.

Eli Storm: So you want me to take the helm on Rampage? Heh, that is one Hell of a...

Rob Robinson: Not exactly. I know you've got some history in the ring, that's the Eli Storm I want to hire. I'll focus on making Rampage the best show each week, you just have to give me a match that everyone will be talking about afterwards.

A slow smile starts to spread across Storm's face.

Eli Storm: Where do I sign?

The scene fades as Robinson pushes a paper in front of Storm.

Jethro Hayes vs Jimmy Freeman

Singles Match

The bell sounded. The crowd started chanting Jethro, Jethro!" while the smaller wrestler stomped down on Jimmy after throwing him bodily into the corner. Jethro charged in with a running big man splash, but Jimmy was able to avoid the splash slamming Jethro in the gut with a kick. Jimmy spun Jethro around nailing him with a series of swift kicks, punches, forearms, and elbows to the face and body. Jethro quickly spun him around, but Jimmy raked Jethro's face before thumbing him in the eyes for the momentum to stay on his side. Jethro stumbled around the ring for a moment trying to wipe his eyes cleam but Jimmy hit a running bulldog and took Jethro down. Jimmy worked over the arm and neck, but when he tried for the Pitch Fork Plung Jethro countered with a back body sending Jimmy onto his back. Jethro stomped away at Freeman's body wearing his back out to prevent him from hitting the finisher he wants to hit on Jethro, hopefully anyways. Jethro scoop slammed Jimmy then nailed a leg drop for a perfect combo. Jethro went up top dropping a super elbow onto Freeman and covering for two before Jimmy kicked out. Jethro and Jimmy G. tied back up in the center of the ring. Jethro took Freeman to the mat with an armdrag and held a crossface for a short time before Freeman got into the ropes. Freeman quickly got back to his feet only to walk into another deep armdrag. Jimmy G. used the ring ropes to pull himself up, before he turned around and took a beautiful standing dropkick to the face courtesy of Jethro! Jimmy G. rolled to the outside to buy himself some time as Jethro played to the crowd. Jimmy G. started to climb back into the ring when he took a baseball slide into the sternum from Jethro sending him sprawling back to the floor. As Freeman tried to get back to his feet on the outside Jethro scaled to the top of the nearest turnbuckle and waited for his chance to fly. Jethro slipped though, not used to this flying, but in trying to round his technique out he had to try. Jimmy G. gets up, looks around for Jethro and finds him just laying on the mat. The fans gave Jethro a nice ovation for the high risk attempt and he smiled back at them as he pulled himself to his feet. The match went on with Freeman dominating with punches to Jethro's head and face, a ton of stomps onto his sternum and gut before sitting back in a single leg Boston Crab to hopefully injure Jethro's back. Jimmy released Jethro from the hold when Hayes reached the ropes, but the damage seemed to have been done as Jethro could barely catch his breath and his hand was on his lower back. Jimmy dominated a bit more with knees to the back before whipping him back first in the corner and kneeing Hayes in the ribs and mounting him in the corner with a ton, nearly literally, of punches and elbows to the head. All this stemming from Jethro trying to do something he isn't used to doing. Freeman with a monkey flip out of the corner had Jethro center of the ring but the move may have cost Jimmy G. as well as he holds at his lower back. Jimmy G got up to his feet, but Jethro was there as well and the two came together with a double clothesline and both went down in a heap in the center of the ring. The referee began his count and was up to eight when Jethro pulled himself up to his feet. Jethro climbed up onto the turnbuckle and landed with a legdrop across the chest of Freeman. Jethro went for the pin, Freeman was able to kick out at two and three quarter though. Jethro goes to the nearest ringpost and waited for Freeman to get back up to his feet. Freeman rolled up to his feet and Jethro nailed The Plow before lifting Freeman up and Planting him on the canvas with The Planter for the cover and the pin.

Winner: Jethro Hayes 14:33

Matt Stone vs Emily Corlen

Kinda Sorta NonRematch

The lights in the arena cut to black as the intro to "Firebird" by Dreamtale hits the P.A. As the crowd cheers loudly, green strobe lights fill the arena and "The Emerald Phoenix" Emily Corlen slowly rises up through the stage, her arms outstretched akin to wings. She sweeps her arms over her head and closes them around her mouth, screaming loudly before a single blast of pyro goes off behind her.

Eric Emerson: She hails from Los Angeles, California by way of Rockford, Illinois...

The strobe lights slow down as Emily begins making her way down the ramp. By the time she reaches ringside, the strobe lights have completely stopped and emerald colored spotlights have begun swirling around the crowd and ring.

Eric Emerson: She is the Emerald Phoenix...

After making her way around the ring once, Emily hoists herself onto the apron and enters the ring through the first and second ropes.

Eric Emerson: She is EMILY… CORRRRRRLENNNNN!!!

Emily makes her way to all four corners of the ring, climbing up each and posing for the fans. As the lights return to normal and the music fades, Emily slowly paces around the canvas, glancing out to the still-cheering crowd and smirking.
Jon McDaniel: “There she is, Emily Corlen returning to the PWA because of the unfortunate injury to Katie James.”

Say whoa (whoa)
The more I feed it (whoa)
The more I need it (whoa)
Whoa
You say whoa
Whoa is me
I'm so whoa

Matt Stone comes out from the back to a chorus of boos. He struts down the ramp towards the ring, wearing his patterned hoodie with a large Maple Leaf on the back. Behind Stone come Katrina, Elizabeth Davis and Tyson Cowell. Stone threatens to hit a member of the crowd who was holding up a "Canada sucks" sign and just walks on.

Say whoa (whoa)
The more I feed it (whoa)
The more I need it (whoa)
Whoa
You say whoa
Whoa is me
I'm so whoa

Matt gets on the apron and gets inside the ring, heading straight to a corner and mounts the middle turnbuckle raising his hands. "I'm the best there is!" He shouts out over the loud jeers being rained down on him. He shakes his head to their reaction. "You don't deserve to see me!" He shouts out getting down and taking off the hoodie. Matt get's ready for his opponent, bouncing off the ropes to loosen up as his music fades away. Tyson and Katrina are standing in Stone’s corner, however Elizabeth walks over and joins Jon and Brian.

Brian Rentfro: “Hello Liz, thanks for joining us”

Elizabeth Davis: “It’s my pleasure Brian…hi Jon”

Jon McDaniel: “Hello Eli…”

Elizabeth Davis: “So Matt Stone facing off against Emily Corlen, the former Rebel Pro Aggression champion. Shouldn’t be that hard for Stone.”

Brian Rentfro: “Is that because Emily isn’t very attractive?”

Elizabeth and Brian start laughing as the bell sounds. Referee Daniel Davis signals for the two competitors to start the match. Circling around, Katrina quickly reaches in and grabs Emily’s right foot, causing Corlen to turn on her and giving Stone the opportunity to charge at Emily and hit her back with his forearm.

Elizabeth Davis: “Great start for Matt”

Jon McDaniel: “What start? Katrina distracted Emily”

Brian Rentfro: “I agree with Elizabeth”

Jon McDaniel: “There’s a shock”

Matt spun Emily around attempted to grab her head for a headlock, however Emily straight out punched Stone in the face and it. Was. On! Stone and Emily started going back and forth with right hands. Surprisingly, or not depending on how you look at things, Corlen was getting the best of the exchange. Matt was dazed for a moment and Corlen backed up against the ropes and lunged forward, knocking Stone on his back with a clothesline. Hitting the mat, Emily took advantage and started sending kicks at Stone, kicking his ribs, legs, head, anything her foot could connect with. Matt was slowly rolling out of the ring as he was being stomped, eventually rolling under the bottom rope for a break.

Jon McDaniel: “Looks like Emily has the advantage.”

Brian Rentfro: “For now, Matt will get her”

Elizabeth Davis: “Matt always comes back, he’s just a slow starter.”

Emily got out of the ring to meet Matt, but was cut off by a forearm blast to her head. Matt gave Corlen a kick to the midsection that backed her up, then another stiff shot to the cheek. Emily started walking away to create some distance.

Matt grabbed Emily’s right forearm and whipped her straight at the steel steps, however Corlen had the presence of mind to reverse the whip and it was Stone would went running into the steps, knees first, flipping over them and landing on his back.

Jon McDaniel: “Matt was trash talking and telegraphed his move!”

Elizabeth Davis. “Matt Stone knows what he’s doing”

Brian Rentfro: “Yeah Jon, Matt is the consummate professional.”

Daniel Davis was standing in the ring, but wasn’t really utilizing a ten count, just half heartedly calling for the two competitors to get back in the ring. Stone started getting up, Emily charging and planting her left foot on the middle step, elevated herself off the ground for a flying axehandle, however Matt sidestepped her and Emily hit the barricade hard. She landed on the ground and Stone sent a few kicks at her, calling out more trash.

Elizabeth Davis: “See? Matt always has a plan.”

Jon McDaniel: “I’ll agree with that, often times that plan is illegal – what is he doing now?”

Matt had grabbed a cable from one of the camera’s around ringside and wrapped it around Emily’s throat, pulling back on it, screaming at her.

Matt Stone: “C’mon tough guy! Whatcha got?”

To maintain the illusion of a fair match, Daniel got out of the ring and started counting for Stone to break the choke he had on Emily. Matt waited for the four count before releasing the cord, however moments later and he grabbed it and started pulling back on the cord. Once again Daniel started a count, a little slower than some of the fans at ringside would have liked and again Matt broke at the four count.

Jon McDaniel: “ Forget the count, he should have disqualified Stone right there!”

Elizabeth Davis: “I think Daniel is doing a fine job of refereeing.”

Brian Rentfro: “I agree, no one wants to see this match end with a disqualification.”

Jon McDaniel: “That’s no excuse to break every rule in the book!”

Stone released the cord and sent another kick down at Emily. Corlen was gasping for air as Matt picked her up and rolled her back in the ring. Matt called for Katrina to come over and when she did, Matt whispered something in her ear. Katrina nodded, and scurried back over to Tyson to relay the message, Matt getting back in the ring. Tyson pulled the ring apron up and looked underneath, grabbing a wooden table and pulling it out. Flipping it over, Tyson fixed the legs of the table and flipped it over, setting it up perfectly.

Jon McDaniel: “What is that maniac doing?”

Brian Rentfro: “Well, it appears he’s setting up a table.”

Elizabeth Davis: “Yes, that is what he’s doing, matt said earlier that he wanted to draw out Simon, and this could be what he was talking about.”

Emily was still gasping for air as she struggled to get to a vertical base, Matt approaching her and slapping her right in the face. Stone then grabbed her by the back of the head and brought her over to a corner before he started hammering on her again, rights and lefts. Daniel approached the two, but didn’t bother counting.

Jon McDaniel: “She’s in the ropes for god’s sake!”

As if hearing that, Daniel very casually counted the one. He waited a few seconds, then counted the two. Stone grabbed the top rope and started sending kicks into Emily’s midsection. Daniel had verbally called the four and Matt respected the count and backed off, for about a second. Emily got out of the corner though and was walking along the ropes as Stone got to her and started choking her with his hands blatantly. Again, Daniel was quick to the scene and slow to the count, but he did start quicker than last time, counting the choke.

Jon McDaniel: “She’s in the ropes AND he’s choking her! C’mon!”

Stone stopped the choke and whipped Emily across to the other side of the ropes, but Corlen reversed the whip and stone hit the ropes, rebounding he was able to duck Corlen’s clothesline attempt, and rebounding again, Matt was elevated in the air by Emily over her head and Matt was hot shotted on the top rope behind Emily, clutching at his throat.

Elizabeth Davis: “That’s illegal! Disqualify her!”

Jon McDaniel: “And I suppose everything Matt has done thus far as been by the book?”

Elizabeth Davis: “Can’t you be un bias for once in your miserable career and see that Emily just broke the damn rules!”

Emily pressed the advantage with a shot to Stone’s temple backing him up in a corner and she went in on the attack, hitting Matt with forearm after forearm. Daniel was there and counted to four faster than he had counted to one previously and Emily was forced to step back. She re approached Stone and whipped him across the ring with enough force to cause Stone to flip in the corner and his feet were caught on the top ropes, leaving him in a tree of whoa. Emily ran across the ring and hit Stone in the chest with a drop kick, dislodging Matt from the ropes as he fell on his head.

Elizabeth Davis: “C’mon! He was in the ropes again!”

Brian Rentfro: “The referee has been blind all night!”

Stone was starting to get to his feet holding the back of his head when he was caught in the midsection by a kick from Emily. Against the ropes, Emily hit Matt with a few forearms in the amount of time it took Daniel to count to four and she sent Stone across the ring with a whip. Matt rebounded and Emily went for a hard right hand, but Stone ducked underneath and got behind Emily, wrapping his arms around her waist. Stone went for a German suplex, but Emily blocked it and caught Stone in the mouth with a back elbow. Corlen did a standing switch and Stone pointed out to the side.

Matt Stone: “Simon!”

Daniel turned around to see what Stone was talking about and Matt quickly brought his right leg behind him and caught Emily with a viscous low blow! Too bad it did nothing. Emily released her waist lock out of shock that Stone would do something like that and Matt started dusting off his hands with a smirk on his face, not knowing it had no effect on Emily. The sound of Jon McDaniel laughing could be heard.

Brian Rentfro: “Well that…didn’t work”

Elizabeth Davis: “Yeah…I can’t explain that one”

Matt turned around and Emily shot her right leg in the air and caught Stone right in the temple, Matt falling backwards, not even able to get his hands up to attempt a block

Jon McDaniel: “Boom! Headshot! That aught to shut Matt up.”

Elizabeth Davis: “If only she would do that to you.”

With Stone on the mat, Emily mounted him and started throwing fists down upon his head. Daniel was counting but Emily didn’t care, she just kept reigning the blows down upon Matt’s head. Daniel got to four and Emily got off, Matt crawling over to a corner, using the ropes to get up as Daniel got in Emily’s face. Brushing past the referee, Emily started kicking Stone in the mid section. She sent kick after kick to Matt, and it’s possible that Daniel was just tired of counting as he allowed this to go on for far too long. Emily then picked Stone up, who had sunk to a seated position and went to whip Stone across the ring towards the opposite corner, however Stone reversed this whip and it was Emily who ended up hitting the corner, flipping over and landing hard on the thinly padded concrete floor. Stone held his head as he spun around and started walking around, trying to get his head clear. Emily was stirring and starting to get to her feet. Matt walked over and saw that she was getting up and Matt ran at the ropes, leaping to the top and quickly diving over the ropes and into a shoulder tackle on Emily, knocking her back down! The sound of clapping can be heard.

Elizabeth Davis: “Yes! That was beautiful!”

Jon McDaniel: “That was impressive, but it’s the first real athletic thing he’s done all match.”

Brian Rentfro: “Don’t hate, appreciate”

With Emily down on the ground, Stone picked up her head by her hair and shot a straight right hand at her temple. Stone picked Emily up by her hair and brought her over to the announce table, a smirk on his face. Matt bounced Corlen’s head off the table as Elizabeth applauded Stone grabbed a water bottle off the table and poured some down his mouth, then poured the rest on Emily’s head. Stone hit Emily across the back of the head with the empty water bottle and tossed it out in the crowd. Matt then grabbed Corlen’s arm, pulled her to a standing position and tossed her into the near by barricade, separating the audience from the athletes. Stone turned to the camera and blew a kiss before going back to stiff right hands to Emily’s head. Daniel was standing in the ring, watching the action.

Elizabeth Davis: “This is looking familiar. Matt Stone dominating the action just like he said he would.”

Jon McDaniel: “Well he hasn’t put Emily away yet.”

Brian Rentfro: “He hasn’t tried yet”

Matt rolled Emily back in the ring and got on the apron. Stone started to climb the turnbuckle and looked on as Corlen started to get to her feet. Matt leapt off the turnbuckle and connected with a missile dropkick, knocking Corlen flat on her back! Matt got to his knees and ‘walked’ over to Emily and pinned her.

1

2

Kick Out!

Jon McDaniel: “Well, he didn’t put her away that time.”

With a handful of hair, Stone picked up Emily and got her in position, his arm around her neck Stone positioned himself behind her and dropped her across his back with the Stone Cutter. Emily flopped to the side and once again Matt went for the cover.

One

Two

Kick Out!

Jon McDaniel: “Or There”

Stone ran his hand through his hair and picked up Corlen again by the hair. Matt scooped up Emily for a body slam, however Emily grabbed a hold of Matt’s head and rolled though with a small package!

One

Two

Matt kicked out, looking a little surprised.

Brian Rentfro: “That was close!”

Elizabeth Davis: “Matt had it scouted.”

Stone was the first to his feet and saw Corlen still struggling to get up, sending a kick at the back of her head to prevent her from reaching a vertical base. Emily still tried to get up and Stone bounced off the ropes, coming back and sending a stiff kick at her temple. Corlen was hit and rolled to her side again, trying to get up. Matt stood in front of her and measured her, calling for the crowd to start cheering, which they didn’t. When Emily got to one knee, Matt sent his right foot whirling towards and connecting with the side of Emily’s head!

Brian Rentfro: “Kneel before Zod should end this one”

Elizabeth Davis: “Stone with the cover”

One

Two

Thr-kick out!

Jon McDaniel: “Once again, Emily with the kick out. Matt is looking a little frustrated at this point. “

Matt grabbed Emily’s hair again and pulled her to her feet, shouting trash at her as he did. Emily quickly separated Matt’s arms and caught him in the head with a forearm. Emily hit him with a second, then a third. Before a fourth could be hit, Stone reached out and raked Corlen in the eyes. Daniel just stood by as Stone kicked Emily in the midsection to double her over and grab her head in a front chancery. Matt was looking for a swinging neck breaker, but Corlen rolled out and put both her hands on Stone’s throat and lifted him high in the air, driving him down to the mat!

Jon McDaniel: “Seventh Heaven from Emily Corlen! That could be it!”

Matt was flat on his back as Emily went for the cover.

One

Two

Matt got the shoulder up. For the first time in the match, though, Emily was to her feet quicker than Stone. Matt was still getting up when Corlen wrapped her arms around his waist and lifted him high in the air and brought him backwards on the back of his neck and shoulders. She popped her hips, her hands still clasped around his waist and brought Stone to a vertical base again and repeated the German suplex, keeping her hands locked and doing it one more time, lifting Matt of the mat for a third time with a third German suplex. The third time, however, Emily kept her hands locked and bridged, Matt’s shoulders on the mat.

One

Two

Elizabeth Davis: “No!”

Matt rolled off his right shoulder, Emily’s Rolling thunder not enough to put Stone away. Emily, without missing a beat, got to her feet as Stone had rolled on his stomach holding the back of his head. She made a motion that she was going to finish Stone off. Katrina got on the apron and started screaming at Emily, Daniel going over to get her to get down. In the ring, behind Emily came Tyson Cowell Tyson called for Corlen to turn around and when Emily did Tyson charged at her. Corlen was quick reacting, however, and managed to duck the lariat he went for and Corlen grabbed her arms around his torso and hit him with the Spiral Twister!

Elizabeth Davis: “What the hell was that!”

Jon McDaniel: “That was your plan backfiring”

Brian Rentfro: “Matt’s getting up!”

Tyson had rolled out of the ring as Matt got to his feet, looking over at Emily just destroying Tyson and the camera clearly picked up Stone saying “Fuck this”. He dropped to the mat and rolled out of the ring. Katrina got off the apron and walked over to Matt who was backing up the ramp. Suddenly “Paradise Lost” by Hollywood undead started playing and Matt stopped dead in his tracks. The crowd erupted as Simon Kalis came out from the back, standing on the ramp. Stone looked over his shoulder and saw Simon slowly walking down the ramp and Matt was quick to run and slide in the ring, where Simon couldn’t get to him. Katrina ran to the side not to be in Kalis’ way.

Jon McDaniel: “Here comes the cavalry.”

Elizabeth Davis: “This can’t be good.”

Simon stopped at the apron and looked into the ring at Matt, shaking his head as if to say Matt couldn’t run from his problems. Matt, all his attention on Simon started to back up, right into the clutches of Emily Corlen. Emily grabbed Stone’s arms and lifted him in the air.

Elizabeth Davis: “Look out Matt!”

Stone was lifted high up, but it only lasted for a few seconds before he was forced flat on his face! Emily hit Stone with the Catalyst! Corlen rolled him over and hooked his leg.

The bell sounded. Emily got up and raised her hand in the air, Kalis rolling in the ring. Emily went to hug Simon out of jubilation, but Kalis brushed past her and went straight for Stone. Tyson was recovering and rolled back in the ring for a feeble attempt at stopping Kalis, but he was quickly shut down when Kalis hit Tyson with a perfectly placed Muay Tai angle kick!

Jon McDaniel: “Tyson won’t have any trouble remembering that one”

Brian Rentfro: “Hardy har har”

Kalis went back to Stone, pushing him out of the ring with his feet and looking over at Corlen. Simon nodded, and Emily nodded back. Simon went to the top rope as Emily got out of the ring and lifted Matt up, placing him on the wooden table that Tyson had set up earlier. Simon looked down at Matt and pointed his hand like a gun, aiming for Stone. He then leapt off the top rope and spun, landing straight down on Matt Stone’s torso! A perfect “Pioneering Spirit”. Kalis rolled off Matt and with Emily’s help, got to his feet, looking down and spitting on Stone’s body. Elizabeth got up from the commentator’s booth and went to go check on Stone.

John McDaniel: “Not a good night for Matt Stone.”

Brian Rentfro: “That was NOT what that table was intended for, I’m sure!”

Storm Front

The lights go a dim red as smoke fills the arena. The opening guitar riff tears through the silence as pyros explode through the entrance way and down the rampway. As "Light of the Morning" by Band of Skulls blares the lights start flashing red.

Jon McDaniel: Well as we saw earlier, we have a new star on the roster. And what a star he is.

Brian Rentfro: I can't lie. In the past he was one Hell of a wrestler and as Phoenix said did one Hell of a job when he ran Chaos. But to get back into the ring after a long lay off?

Jon McDaniel: Can't argue with you there. Even with a few matches here and there on the indie level...I don't know that he will be ready for a full time schedule.

Brian Rentfro: I guess we will get the answer to that soon enough.

Out walks Eli storm as Canadian streamers fly over him in traditional Japanese style. Storm cracks his knuckles as he makes his way down the ramp. He walks up into the ring and looks out into the crowd that is still shocked to see him back. He pulls a mic from his back pocket and waits for everything to calm down.

Eli Storm: It has been a very long time since I've been in the middle of a PWA ring. And while some of the faces have changed, I still see some that I know.But in the end that doesn't matter because my goal will be the same. And that is to become World Champion and add another belt to my collection. And all I have to do in order to do that is do what I do the best, provide an injection that will boost this companies viewership.

Storm wink at the crowd.

Eli Storm: That will be no problem for me. I know, I know...a mere World Title is too small of a thank you for doing this. I know. But atlas, I am a simple man and long for simple things. So consider this a warning to whoever may be holding onto the title once I get my shot. A Ratings Boost is coming...get out the way or get taken out the way!!!

Storm drops the mic as his music begins to play again and he leaves the ring.

Matthew Engel vs Spectre

Singles Match

"Joker and The Thief" by Wolfmother hits and the crowd turns to the entrance ramp as the bell dings.

DING DING DING

Eric Emerson: The following is a non-title match schedueled for ONE FALL! Introducing first!

Spectre steps out onto the entrance ramp and recieves a mixed reaction as he looks around. Jeremy Gold is right behind him chugging an energy drink and pelvic thrusting to the music towards a group of female fans, contrasting Spectre's somber attitude.

Eric Emerson: Accompanied to the ring by his agent, JEREMY GOLD!

Gold gets a huge pop, fans recognizing him from Kalis promos and the BWF. He slaps the hands of fans as Spectre follows slowly, methodically to the ring.

Eric Emerson: Standing in at six feet, seven inches tall... Weighing in at two hundred and seventy pounds... He is The Scottish Machine... SPECTRE!

Gold high fives Spectre but misses as Spectre ignores him, hopping onto the apron and entering the ring over the top rope. He looks around, decked out in his black boots and baggy Gi pants. He throws both arms in the air and yells, the fans take photographs.

Brian Rentfro: I was gonna ask who's in this match? Gold or Spectre?

"Sympathy for the Devil" performed by Guns N' Roses Entrance Description: The lights go out inside the arena as "Sympathy for the Devil" performed by Guns N' Roses hits the sound system. Green and silver pyros shoot off as spotlights around the PWAtron move to the rhythm of the song.

Eric Emerson: Introducing now, hailing from Milwaukee, Wisconsin...

Matthew Engel steps out from behind the curtains as one of the moving spotlights shines down on him. He is in his usual dark green tuxedo. The magnificent voice of Axl Rose comes to life.

"Please allow me to introduce myself..
I'm a man of wealth and taste.

I've been around for a long, long year..
Stole many a man's soul and faith."

The crowd gets on their feet, but most of them are booing the former World Champion. Engel begins to make his way down to the ring.

Eric Emerson: He stands six feet tall and weighs in tonight at 210 pounds...

"Pleased to meet you.. hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game."

Engel remains focused on the ring, and reaches the steel steps. He ascends onto the apron, and climbs into the ring between the top and middle ropes.

"I watched with glee..
While your kings and queens..
Fought for ten decades..
For the Gods they made."

Eric Emerson: He is a four time and current PWA World Heavyweight Champion and a two time Intercontinental Champion... he is MATTHEW.. "VIRUS"... ENGEL!!!!

"Just as every cop is a criminal..
and all the sinners.. saints..
as heads is tails, just call me Lucifer..
'cause I'm in need of some restraint.

So if you meet me..
have some courtesy..
have some sympathy..
and some taste.

Use all your well learned politesse
or I'll lay your soul to waste."

Engel has removed his jacket, tie, and dress shirt, revealing his standard white undershirt. He begins to stretch in the ring and prepare himself for the match. Engel stares codly at Jeremy Gold who's at ringside. Gold, who begins to shiver from the Champions look waves at Spectre and jumps the barricade, fleeing into the crowd with tears streaming down his face.

Brian Rentfro: That, my friend. Is a BWF wrestler.

Jon McDaniel: Hahahaha... Well it looks like if Spectre was counting on help from Jeremy Gold... You know what I can't even finish that sentence.

DING DING DING

Spectre and Engel circle the ring, staring down one another. Spectre flicks his nose as their encircelement brings them closer and closer to each other. Engel moves in first and they grapple, with Spectre almost towering over Engel. Spectre pushes Engel away with brute strength but Engel is barely nudged and is right back in Spectre's face. Engel tilts his head up, exchanging words with Spectre as Spectre holds his head down and stares silently at the PWA World Champion. Spectre headbutts Engel who takes but a step back before chopping Spectre across the chest. He chops him backhand again across the chest and Spectre begins taking steps back. Spectre is leaning against the ropes reeling as Engel with another chop, before taking the big Scottish machine and whipping him into the opposite side ropes. As Spectre comes back Engel jumps forward with a shoulder block right to his face. Engel catches himself on his own feet as he hits the canvas, and Spectre spins around but remains on his feet.

Jon McDaniel: Spectre almost looks like a deer in the headlights, Engel with some serious chops to his chest then a heavy shoulder into his chest and chin area. And I mean there's a serious size issue here.

We can see Spectre drop to one knee, shaking his head as Engel nods and sizes him up.

Jon McDaniel: Spectre stands just over half a foot taller than Engel here, he's got the reach and the power to give the Champ a fight.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah but this isn't just any Champ he's fighting Jon! This is Matthew ENGEL here in that ring! You better believe the Virus can put anyone away on any given night.

Engel follows up with a running knee to Spectre's face, and Spectre spins on his knee but does not fal yet. Spectre drops and rolls out of the ring as Engel goes for a kick. Spectre shakes his head, throws his hands in the air dismissively of Engel and circles the ring, the crowd boos. Engel shakes his head, leaning over the top rope and sharing some timeless advice for Spectre. Referee Lance Weston begins the ten count.

1!

Spectre sees some fans and gives them high fives.

2!

Engel continues to trash talk Spectre who leans against the barricades, fans slapping his back and urging him to get back into the ring.

3!

Brian Rentfro: What a pussy, excuse the language. Is this what Simon Kalis taught him? Look at Engel, oozing with dominance and superiority! Spectre knows he can't even stand in the same ring.

Spectre begins circling the ring, smirking as he grabs a bottle of war from a fan and takes a long drink and shower with it.

8!

Spectre slides back into the ring and Engel begins stomping down on the back of his neck and shoulders immediately, using the ropes as leverage. Spectre pulls himself to all fours even amidst this onslought from the PWA World Champion, and Weston is yelling at Engel to let go of the ropes before he's disqualified. Engel complies, scoffing at the official. This gives Spectre time to get on his knees and Engel jumps back then forward with a super kick! BUT WAIT! Spectre catches Engel's foot and pushes Engel back as he steps to his feet. He swings The Virus around and then grabs him by the throat, snarling at Engel. Engel holds Spectre's huge arm with both of his hands as he kicks Spectre repeatedley in the gut to get out of his grip. Just as Spectre lifts Engel high into the air, the cameras flash but Engel brings his legs up, wrapping them around Spectre's arm. Spectre lets go of his grip for a split second, giving Engel the chance to flip his body around and throw himself onto Spectre, wrapping his left arm around Spectre's head and spinning around and delivering a sweet DDT to the canvas! What a THUD!

Jon McDaniel: Engel with the ELECTRIC COUNTER!

Brian Rentfro: Damn straight!

Engel covers!

1!

2!!

KICK OUT!

Spectre throws Engel off of him and onto the ring canvas.

Spectre yells out as he gets to his feet, and the fans roar with him. Engel cracks a confident grin but Spectre quickly wipes it off his face as Spectre delivers a knife edge chop across Engel's chest so hard Engel hits the canvas. Engel's back to his feet and Spectre with another knife edge chop and Engel hits the canvas again! The crowd roars with each chop! Engel back to his feet and being the intelligent veteran he is avoids the next chop, uses his smaller size to his advantadge and spins himself behind Spectre before lashing out with a kick into Spectre's leg muscle. Spectre throws himself back, putting out his elbow and catching Engel square in the face! Engel holds his nose as Spectre gets back to his feet. The cameras begin flashing almost blindingly as Spectre steps out onto the apron and climbs to the top rope.

Jon McDaniel: Oh my god what is he doing???

Brian Rentfro: ENGEL WATCH OUT!

Spectre gets his balance and stands up like a titan on the top rope before coming off, putting his elbow out and driving all his weight into a top rope elbow drop into Engel's chest! He covers!

1!

TW-KICK OUT!

Spectre sits up on his knees and begins throwing heavy punches into Engel's face from the canvas, lifting him by the neck and smashing his head against the canvas. He covers again!

1!

TWO- NOOO KICK OUT! NOT EVEN A 2 COUNT!

Spectre decides to just back to his feet as he realizes there's a good reason Engel is the PWA Undisputed World Champion. Engel rolls away, rubs his chest where Spectre's elbow hit moments ago.

Jon McDaniel: What a sickening elbow drop!

Grizzly Beer Sponsored REPLAY: Spectre flies off the top rope, camera lights flashing as he drives a heavy elbow into Engel's chest.

Brian Rentfro: Yet Engel won't even stay down for two seconds. Shows how effective that was.

Engel is now back on his feet and he charges Spectre. He goes for a clothesline but Spectre sidesteps it and hits him with a vicious blizzard suplex! Engel's dazed and Spectre bounces off the ropes and then gives him a heavy leg drop over Engel's neck! He remains seated, his leg over Engel's neck and Spectre grabs Engel's right leg and pulls it up with the awkward cover.

1!

2!!

KICK OUT!

Spectre rolls off of Engel and gets to his feet, he looks at Weston in disbelief giving Engel time to get back to his feet. Engel bounces off the ropes and hits a dropkick to the back of Spectre's head, Weston steps out of the way in time as Spectre is flung over the top rope to the outside. Engel climbs the top turnbuckle as Spectre holds the back of his head, laid out on his stomach. Engel balances himself, the cameras flash and the crowd holds their baited breath. Spectre turns himself over onto his back and Engel strikes, WITH A STUNNING CORKSCREW SHOOTING STAR LEG DROP THAT UTTERLY SHOCKS THE CROWD! Spectre's eyes roll around his head as he holds his neck and Engel is already on his feet and smiling for the cameras. Weston is already at four for his count out.

Jon McDaniel: What a move by Matthew Engel!!! That move just shocked the crowd, and possibly stunned Spectre with pain AND disbelief!

Brian Rentfro: I told you, Spectre's all brawn and no brains.

Grizzly Beer Sponsored Instant Replay: Engel sizes Spectre up before flipping through the air flawlessly with a corkscrew shooting star legdrop right onto the Scottish Machine's neck/chin.

Engel slides into the ring and then back out to restart the count before going towards Spectre who's back on one knee. Engel with a left, then a right, then another left and follows it up with yet another right! Spectre reels back but does not topple over. Finally Engel steps back, then steps forward with a superkick that takes Spectre's head right off!!!!! Not literally, but it might as well have as he hits the floor stunned. Lance Weston yells out as he's at the 4 count again, as Engel picks Spectre up by the neck with strain and throws him back into the ring. Spectre rolls a few feet into the ring, breathing heavily as he stares at the arena ceiling. Engel hops onto the apron and then climbs back up to the top rope.

Jon McDaniel: Engel might be looking to end it right here, right now if he goes for Euthanasia.

Brian Rentfro: He's got Spectre now!

Engel stands up, keeping his balance on the top turnbuckle before coming off with HIGH VOLTAGE!

Jon McDaniel: HIGH VOLTAGE!!! HIGH VOLTAGE!!!! ENGEL JUST CRUSHED SPECTRE'S CHEST IN ON ITSELF!

Brian Rentfro: HELL YEAH!!

Engel drops to his knees and puts on a lateral press over Spectre. The crowd counts with the ref!

1!

2!!

3!!! NO!!! NO!!! THE CROWD YELLED THREE, BUT SPECTRE KICKS OUT!

Brian Rentfro: WHAAAAAAT?!?!

Engel smiles, nodding as he looks down at Spectre whose eyes blink rapidly.

Jon McDaniel: That was pure instinct from the rookie, folks. Pure instinct.

Engel gets to his feet but Spectre quickly rolls away and pulls himself up to his feet with the help of the ropes. Spectre points at Engel and raises his hand high into the air, ROARING and sending the crowd into applause. Engel catches his breath, as both men begin circling each other in the ring.

Jon McDaniel: Now I think we can all see why Simon Kalis got Spectre to sign with the PWA. Possibly his best protege yet!

Brian Rentfro: Well you know what they say, with Sith there's always a Master and an Apprentice. Hahahahaha!

Jon McDaniel: Oh lord...

McDaniel facepalms and Engel and Spectre tie up again, slowing the pace down in the match. Engel manages to get Spectre into a headlock and begins wrenching it as Spectre puts his hands around Engel's waist. Engel continues to wrench the move but Spectre simply picks Engel up by his waist and throws the Champ off of him and to the canvas, a sincere and brute display of his strength and power. Spectre steps forward and Engel gets to his feet. Engel rushes Spectre but Spectre throws out his right hand and grabs Engel by the throat again, Spectre's eyes lighting up. Engel's eyes widen as Spectre quickly lifts him high into the air and begins pummeling Engel in the ribs, chest, stomach and head with his free left hand. Engel tries to kick himself out of this move but it's too late as Spectre spins a full 360 degrees with Engel's body like a ragdoll before smashing him to the canvas with The Spectre's Call!!!! The crowd goes notes and Spectre covers the World Champ, hooking the leg.

1!

2!!

THREEE-KICK OUT! KICK OUT!

Fans: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

The crowd can't believe it, although Spectre is becoming less and less surprised by the Virus' resiliency. Spectre gets to his feet, breathing heavily and holding his head as he walks around the ring, giving Engel suitable time to recover.

Brian Rentfro: See this is where Engel has Spectre. Spectre's just walking around like an idiot, trying to think of what to do. A rookie mistake. Engel would never let up! Never back down! Not especially when you've got the PWA World Champ down and almost out! You got for the kill, you don't let him recover!

Jon McDaniel: For once you may be right--- except WHOA I THINK THINGS ARE ABOUT TO CHANGE QUICKLY!

Simon Kalis comes running down to the ring, dressed in a suit and not for the ring with his PWA Intercontinental title around his waist. He hops up onto the apron immediately and the crowd isn't sure how to react. Lance Weston immediately goes to the apron with Spectre and tells Simon Kalis to get away from the ring, as Engel gets to his feet and holds his ribs, but keeps an eye on Kalis. Kalis grabs Spectre by the neck and pulls him forward, they butt heads and Kalis gives Spectre some inaudible words of advice before hopping off the apron and backing away, nodding to the referee and to Engel.

Jon McDaniel: Or not?

Brian Rentfro: He's lost the passion that made him World Champion in the first place. Engel hasn't. That's why Engel will not only win this match but go on to prove his fourth World title reign will be even greater than his previous three! It's hard to even imagine such epicness, I know. But bare with us folks, because Engel is epicness.

Jon McDaniel: So how much does he pay you?

Spectre turns around rushes the standing Engel. Engel rushes towards him but ducks the big Scottish' Machine's clothesline! Engel spins around and quickly rotates his feet back and forth kicking Spectre in the back of his knee caps before Spectre falls to his knees in pain. Engel bounces off the ropes and hits a dropkick once again to the back of Spectre's head, sending him to the canvas. Engel flips Spectre over and lifts his legs up, nodding confidently as he puts Spectre into a figure four leg lock!!

Brian Rentfro: Engel with a big submission move right now!

Jon McDaniel: This match has had everything folks. High flying aerial attacks from BOTH men, big power attacks, submission moves! Brawling! This is what you expect from a main event featuring the PWA World Champion and undoubtebly one of the PWA's big newest stars! This is the PWA folks! This is wrestling! THIS IS EPICNESS!

Spectre writhes in pain in the ring, gritting his teeth and holding his face with his big hands. Engel wrenches the figure four leg lock to apply more pressure.

Spectre tries to tilt his head back and see the ropes and reach for them but even with his reach, he's too far.

Jon McDanie: Hey... WE GET IT! You love Engel! I'm here to call a match down the middle.

Kalis pounds the canvas, yelling at Spectre to flip himself over onto his stomach and reverse the hold. Engel laughs shaking his head and cussing both of them out as referee Lance Weston asks Spectre if he wants to tap. Spectre refuses and tries to swing himself to his stomach but Engel yells as he manages to outpower Spectre's attempt so far.

Jon McDaniel: You can tell Engel's off and on focus on Spectre's legs throughout the match are paying off right now.

Grizzly Beer Sponsored Replay: We see clips throughout the match of Engel targeting Spectre's legs.

Brian Rentfro: That's because Engel is a VETERAN! And Spectre is a big dumb Kalis trained goon ROOKIE!

Spectre tries pulling himself and Engel towards the ropes much to his own pain but it's working, he still has the size and strength advantadge. He reaches for the ropes but Engel wrenches so violently that he pulls Spectre jussssst back enough to prevent him from reaching the ropes. The figure four lock is doing it's damage! Kalis starts clapping his hands together as he turns to the crowd, chanting "SPECTRE! SPECTRE!" to get he crowd going for The Scottsman.

Fans: SPECTRE!!! SPECTRE!!! SPECTRE!!! SPECTRE!!!!

Spectre looks around as he raises his hand, almost certainly prepared to tap. Engel yells out for him to just give up.

Matthew Engel: You've proven your point! Just tap!

Spectre clenches his fist and shakes his head, the crowd roars on as Spectre slams his fist into the canvas and flips himself over to his stomach!

Jon McDaniel: SPECTRE REVERSES THE FIGURE FOUR LEG LOCK!!! HE REVERSES IT! Now Engel is in extrordinary pain!

Brian Rentfro: He should be disqualified.

Jon McDaniel: What?!

McDaniel ignores Rentfro's comments as Spectre now begins doing push ups, smiling for the crowd that cheers him on. Engel shakes his head vehemently refusing to tap out. NEVER! NEVER! The cameras pick up as he yells. Spectre tries wrenching the move himself now, attempting to force Engel's hand.

Spectre: You've proven your point! Just tap!

Matthew Engel: Your kid thinks he's a comedian too, Simon!

The cameras pick it all up as Kalis smiles at Engel, yelling at him to tap out.

Jon McDaniel: I just realized if Spectre not only defeats Engel, but makes him TAP? By God that'd be incredible!

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, so incredible it's a fantasy. Meaning it WON'T HAPPEN Jon! Engel's got this kid right where he wants him!

Spectre releases the figure four leg lock and crawls away, Engel holding onto his legs in pain but so is Spectre. Both men get to their feet at the same time and both men charge each other! Spectre grabs a leaping Engel and hits a sudden powerslam on the PWA World Champion!!! He stands up, groggily and obviously in pain in his ankles and legs. He lifts Engel up and twists him around, lifting him up onto his back. THE MEMENTO!!! THE MEMENTO ON MATTHEW ENGEL! Kalis cheers from ringside as Spectre rolls him over, and throws himself onto the World Champ.

1!

2!!

3!!! NO!

NO!!!!!! ENGEL KICKS OUT! ENGEL KICKS OUT AND THE CROWD IS GOING NUTS!!! KALIS CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!! SPECTRE LOOKS AT THE REF, HE CAN'T BELIEVE IT! MATTHEW FUCKING ENGEL LOOKS UP WITH A SMIRK AND EVEN HE CAN'T BELIEVE IT!

Jon McDaniel: Engel will NOT go down! He just will NOT give up, and it's really no surprise!

Brian Rentfro: INCREDIBLE!

Spectre gets to his feet and lifts Engel back to his feet. Engel tries fighting by throwing a punch but his neck and head got crushed, he's still too dizzy to mount proper offense. Spectre twists him around again, and hits THE MEMENTO YET AGAIN!!! This time Spectre puts as much pressure on Engel's chest with his own as he can, hooking both legs.

1!

2!!

3!!!!

DING DING DING

Brian Rentfro: NO WAY!

Eric Emerson: The winner of this match by pinfall, SPECTRE!!!!!!!

Kalis jumps into the ring laughing as he picks Spectre up and gives the big man a big hug. Spectre's eyes are wide as he looks at Engel roll out of the ring and grab the PWA World title from ringside.

Jon McDaniel: What a match folks. Engel and Spectre could be one of the classic matches of 2011 honestly, and I don't think anyone expected it!

Brian Rentfro: I knew it all along. How much was I telling you Spectre would pull off the upset?

Jon McDaniel: You... You weren't saying that all! EVER!

Kalis raises Spectre's hand in the ring, both men smiling. Kalis points at Engel as Engel walks up the ramp, Engel shrugging it off and moving on.

Jon McDaniel: I get the feeling one day, these two will eventually meet.

Brian Rentfro: That was a good match down to the end, Jon.

Jon McDaniel: Yes it was, and - wait...look at the PWAtron!

The big screen comes alive, and the scene has tragedy written all over it. A camera moves down a hospital corridor at Massachusetts General Hospital in Boston, the location of Joe BoXeR. Bodies of hired guards litter the floor, and helium filled balloons of all colours line the ceiling. The camera follows the trail of unconscious bodies and balloons until it reaches the room of Joe BoXeR, who is recovering from his injuries and receiving his dose of chemo. But he is not alone. Standing over him, holding many balloons is Project X.

Joe would like nothing better than to get out of his chair and throw Project X through the nearest window, but he can barely stand or even move without a wave a nausea coursing through his now frail body.

PX: Sorry about what I did, Joe. I hope that there are no hard feelings. Sometimes I just get a little carried away...

Joe silently seethes. If looks could kill, Project X would have died a thousand times by now.

PX: You want to hit me don’t you? Okay, if it will make you feel better, I’ll let you take a shot.

Project X leans his chin forward and Joe BoXer takes the opportunity, punching Project X right in the face, but there is no snap to it. It probably hurt Joe more to throw it than it did Project X to take it. Project X shakes his head.

PX: Oh, Joe. Look what you’ve become. And people wonder why I had to put you out of your misery. If you were a dog you’d already be dead. But you know what they say, for every cloud there is a silver lining. You’re silver lining is that you get a Make-A-Wish Foundation visit from yours truly. Here, these are for you!

Project X moves to hand over the balloons but Joe BoXer just lets them float up to the ceiling, as he continues to eye ball the big man.

PX: We should get a photo to mark the occasion.

Jon McDaniel: Oh my God, this is just... terrible. I didn't think he would go this far. Virus is just livid right now.

Brian Rentfro: Virus is leaving right now, Jon!

Matthew Engel climbs out of the ring and sprints up the rampway, disappearing backstage and unable to view the rest of the video.

Project X pulls out a camera and hugs Joe BoXer into a tight embrace. BoXer tries to push him off, but he doesn’t have the strength. The camera flashes right into his eyes.

PX: Beautiful! Oh, and I almost forgot the autograph!

Project X pulls out a fat, black marker and signs his name right onto Joe’s bald head. He follows it up with a kiss to where he signed.

PX: You see, we can be friends. I don’t know why Matthew is getting so upset over this, but if he really wants to go through with facing me you can give him the following message. May 17th I’ll be waiting. I’ll make sure that he gets a hospital bed right next to yours. Now, can you repeat that back to me so I’m sure that you can remember it?

Joe BoXer: GET... OUT... NOW!

PX: It’s been nice knowing you. If you’re smart, you’ll let the cancer get you and never come back.

Project X strolls out, stepping over a body as he whistles to himself. The footage goes to static.